Powder
The decades gather ghosts.
I sweep my stairs.
They hover in the dust
And drift again to settle.
Like a scattered multitude,
They all disperse
But never leave.
I know you blamed the fire fighters
After setting matches
To your drapes.
You linger
After your collapse.
Nobody touches you.
You moved inside my house
To lapse to powder,
To cover.
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